PHOBIAS

I’m the complicated one. I do things the hard way. Like if someone tells me to define how beautiful a flower is; I’d say, “It’s starring at the mirror a hundred times and not getting tired.” When one says, “JUMP,” I would skip, twist, bend, and kneel, before JUMPING. I prefer doing things the complicated way. Man, I’m not a masochist. I just prefer things that way.

It’s been awhile since things became hard for me. I enjoyed it at first, but for the past weeks, I know I wasn’t anymore. I like challenges; it’s one of the many reasons why I keep breathing. I use to have a weird way of solving problems… to solve a problem is to make a bigger one, a new one that’s 3 times complicated than what I’m facing.

I want to be known as someone without fears, except for heights and amphibious creatures. But today I realized the meaning of giving up, of stopping. It came to me like a calling. I accepted a comatose patient needing oxygen.

I’m quitting. Yes, for the first time in my life, I’m 100 years sure quitting. I told my mom about this and the usual; she wanted it more than To be continued….

Love, now and always,